... and land on barbarous coasts.
Herman Melville, Moby Dick
Talk about barbarous coasts!
Cleaned out the garage. Painted the ceilingS. Painted the kitchen. Cleaned out the office and upstairs ready to place the new home-made shelves for homeschooling.
Breathe IN.
Breathe OUT.
Breathe IN!
Gasp!
These are just a few of the reasons I appear to have sailed off the end of the world.
Mayday! Mayday!
Captain going down with ship!!!
JUST got my last calligraphy assignment in by the skin of my teeth.
The theme?
Le Voyage
Très apt! In one hour I'm leaving for 3 days at Cap Ferret on the Atlantic Coast.
Better race off and quickly pack the car. Really, how hard can it be? 4 bikes, swimwear, 3 bottles of rosé and one of champagne. It'll be done in no time!
Happy 11th birthday today to my darling Chickpea!
Nothing like a few waves to celebrate n'est-ce pas?
But wait!
There's more!
More on the travel theme that is on Thursday morning.
In a rare display of uncharacteristic organisation I have answered Sharon's plea to explain how I sailed to French shores and even scheduled the post for 9am as at that precise time I hope to be half submerged in salt water by my 3 messmonsters (applause ;-).
Surely I will make it firmly and resolutely back to the beaches of blogland soon. Help! SOS! Send me a lifeline and haul me back in. You all seem to be drifting off on the currents and disappearing over the horizon as I bob around like a piece of the driftwood I use so often as a canvas.
I very much hope you are all well and enjoying yourselves on balmy shores....
Promise Promise I'll be popping by for a life-saving cuppa soon!
Much love
